TFOS: Freddy On The Loose

by

Rodford Edmiston

Note: This story uses background and concepts from the _Teenagers From Outer Space_ role-playing game, Copyright and Trademark R. Talsorian Games, Inc. This particular installment of "Freddy on the Loose" also uses properties Copyright and Trademark by DreamWorks Animation and Universal Pictures. The original characters and story are Copyright 2024 Rodford Edmiston Smith.

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"What is with this school?" demanded Freddy, from where he lay, mostly on sun-warmed grass. "Not only do you have to look long and hard to find any girls who are less than a C cup, even a lot of the guys have a crowd in the balcony!"

"I am certainly not complaining about athletic boys," said Karen. She grinned as she patted one of Freddy's firm pecks. "That's one reason I like you."

They were in a park, about as far as they could get from their school and still be in the same city.

"Yeah, but most boys don't have to worry about finding bras that fit and are comfortable," muttered Freddy, more quietly.

"That's another reason I like you," said Karen, her smile turning impish. "You know first-hand about a lot of the problems _I_ have."

"You're fit and athletic," said Freddy, looking up from where he rested his head in her lap and not mentioning that she was much less well endowed than Freddy was as a girl. "Which are some of the things I like about _you_. You're not like those over-inflated bimbos I have to work with on the cheerleading team. They're agile, but..."

"Are you looking at my boobs from below?" said Karen, suspiciously.

"Well, yeah."

"Don't you get enough of looking at boobs in the girls' locker room? Or the mirror?"

"Not from this angle."

They were lying on a blanket in a level area of the park, having just completed a rather large picnic lunch. On the last day of Spring Break from school. Freddy sighed.

"Thinking about getting back to school tomorrow?" said Karen.

"Well, sort of," said Freddy. "I'm just wondering about that big circus tent in the grassy area beyond the track field. Which used to be a woods before Yubi and that Mercotan homogenized it. What is it for? The tent, I mean."

"Did you hear that an absolutely huge VTOL plane made some sort of delivery to that area last night? Long after school was out?"

"No? What I heard is that the government bought the tent from a defunct circus. Of course, the tent is nearly defunct, too. It's covered in patches, some made from old sideshow banners. Only they've been cut up so that they make funny combinations. 'COME SEE ONLY HERE GREATEST GEEK EXISTENCE PHOTOGRAPHY!' and 'LARGEST LADY EAT YOU ELECTRIC GLOW!'"

Karen giggled, and playfully smacked Freddy on his muscular belly.

"That's another reason I like you. You make me laugh."

"Back to showering with overinflated bimbos tomorrow," said Freddy, with a 'yielding gracefully to the inevitable' sigh. Not fooling Karen for a moment.

"Most boys your age would kill just for a chance to look in that shower while the cheerleaders are using it." Karen sighed, and stretched. "Remember, you fit right in, or they wouldn't let you in. Oh, well; at least, thanks to all the sniping, I know I *ahem* measure up as a guy."

"Something I hope to confirm from personal experience, one day," said Freddy, grinning. His face fell. "Uhm..."

"Oh, I wouldn't mind experimenting once we're married," said Karen, grinning at him. She gave Freddy another playful whack on the belly. "Someone has to be the man in our relationship."

"Hey!"

* * *

Back at school the next day the tent was still there, still with no explanation. Speculation about its purpose was a hot topic among many of the students, and even some of the staff. Freddy's usual gang at pre-class assembly was not immune from all this speculation.

"There's definitely something alive in there," said Horth, as usual worried. "I heard it breathing!"

"It was the wind," said Ramet, tiredly.

"No, they did put something alive in there," said Hub, knowingly. "They also arranged for Nurse to examine it. Dr. Hoomdorm let that slip."

"Some sort of huge alien?" said Karen.

"You people are missing the obvious," said Freddy. "Giant VTOL plane? Something big and alive? Do you need General Monger to address a school assembly in the gym to figure this out?"

"Insectosaurus?" said Talli, frowning.

"Tent's not nearly big enough," said Ramet, tone and gesture dismissive. He had somehow, without explanation, come to accept unquestionably that the four strange lifeforms who had defeated Gallaxhar and his robot probe were from Earth. "Neither was the plane."

"It's for Ginormica!" snapped Freddy. "Geez, I feel like I need to draw a diagram! Besides, Insectosaurus was adopted by France and is staying there. So it has to be Ginormica."

"Yeah, prove it," said Talli.

"What cup size would she be?" said Ramet, frowning in deep thought.

"You guys..." said Freddy, angrily.

"Who was it just yesterday talking about the cup sizes of girls at this school?" said Karen, lifting an eyebrow at Freddy.

"Uh," said that worthy, feeling like he should remember something important but failing. "Say did you hear that the Mice Girls and the Pixie Chicks are having a combined concert in this city next month?"

"Stop changing the subject!"

"You two were talking about cup sizes?" said Jim, eagerly.

Fortunately for all concerned, the bell rang for the first class just then.

* * *

In spite of her complaints from the day before, Freddy - in female form - found herself showering with several other full-figured girls after cheerleading practice.

"So have you heard?" said Debbie, as they were toweling off.

"Heard what?" said F-Freddy, trying not to stare at
Debbie's chest, as the other vigorously dried her hair.

"That several of us are going to try and sneak into that tent in about an hour," said Debbie, oblivious to the effect her gyrations were having on F-Freddy and couple of the other females present.

"Oh, that's a very bad idea," said F-Freddy.

"C'mon it'll be fun!" said Debbie. She winked at F-Freddy. "Are you one of us or what?"

"Very much 'what,'" said F-Freddy. "Remember, I'm only a temporary girl."

For some reason, at this declaration Kathy spun around to make some irate comment. Only to catch F-Freddy full in the face with her still-wet right breast. Since she was holding her towel instead of drying, Kathy was completely naked.

"Ow," said F-Freddy, staggering back and dropping her towel, dazed and wondering why that had not been more fun.

"Hey!" said Kathy, irately, dripping wet and now completely naked, having also dropped her towel. She rubbed her injured right breast. "Ow. Why were you standing so close?!"

"She wasn't standing too close," said Debbie, amused by the accident. "Remember, your lockers are right next to each other."

Kathy made a retort to Debbie. F-Freddy, momentarily free of her ire, bent to grab her towel. Only someone snapped her on her shapely ass with a wet towel. F-Freddy yelped, and straightened suddenly in reflex. She caught Kathy under both breasts with the back of her head.

"OW! Hey! Once could be an accident, but twice..."

Someone toweled-snapped Kathy on _her_ shapely ass. She yelped and jumped, catching F-Freddy face-first in her cleavage.

"You were saying," said F-Freddy, blushing all over, as she backed away.

"That wasn't my fault!" cried Kathy, also blushing all over.

There was now a rash of wet towel snapping. F-Freddy grabbed her clothes and managed to be mostly dressed by the time she got to the door.

* * *

"You're still a girl," said Karen, a few minutes later.

"I grabbed the wrong clothes in the locker room," said F-Freddy, still a bit breathless. "However, this is actually useful. I have an idea..."

* * *

The three young medical personnel - a doctor and two blond, shapely nurses - were stopped at the entrance to the tent.

"We need to see your ID," said one of the Army security men.

The "doctor" handed over a small booklet. However, as the soldier looked at it the ink began running.

"Okay, this is still warm and wet from the printer," he said, handing it back. "Get to class."

The "doctor" protested, but the "nurses" were already walking away, looking disappointed. He hurried to catch them.

"Great," said Talli, as she turned off her image inducer and resumed her normal appearance. She glared at the other "nurse." "If Horth had just..."

The other "nurse" turned off her own image inducer, and was revealed to be Horth Fethe.

"His disguise worked," said Ramet, un-shapeshifting to drop his own disguise as the doctor. "Thanks to the image transducer he looked just like a female human. No, we just had bad luck."

He now glared at Horth.

"You were supposed to give _them_ bad luck," said Ramet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he said, whining desperately. "It's hard to focus that when I'm nervous! Especially when there's a pair of boobs _right there_!"

"That's the fifth group of teenagers we've had to send packing, just this morning," grumped one of the privates on security duty. "_They_ came closer than any of the others to actually getting in! I thought these kids were supposed to be bright."

"Yeah," said another, also sounding and looking grouchy. "They must be lining up and waiting for their turn, somewhere inside. The stupidest ones first. Those being the cheerleaders."

They both laughed at the memory.

* * *

Meanwhile, two other students had a better idea. F-Freddy and Karen arrived at the school nurse's office to find Nurse packing equipment on a cart. Some of the equipment was very large and obviously heavy. F-Freddy noticed, with a wince, that one item looked like the mutant offspring of a woman's sex toy and a douche nozzle, in giant size.

"That's an ultrasound transducer for elephants," said Nurse, perhaps too quickly, when she noticed the two girls staring at her equipment. "If there's too much tissue in the way the ultrasound can't penetrate."

"So your patient _is_ Ginormica," said F-Freddy, triumphantly.

"Uh, do you need any help moving this... stuff?
said Karen, with a vague gesture.

"Oh, yes, thank you. I asked the school and the Army for help, but each said I'd have to ask the other, and also said I'd have to fill out forms in triplicate just to ask."

The load included the school's Medical Analysis And Treatment Unit. As they wheeled - with some effort; F-Freddy could readily understand why Nurse wanted help - the cart outside the feathered woman explained what was going on.

"The monsters had a lot of trouble over Hallowe'en, something involving vegetables contaminated by alien waste," said Nurse. "The US government has publicly denied all of this - including that the monsters even exist - but has asked for help with the aftermath from off-world resources. Including finally doing a proper analysis of Ginormica."

"It took this long to arrange?!" said F-Freddy, surprised at the delay.

"Remember, these are civil servants," said Nurse, sagely.

She took them outside, and to an entrance for the tent on the far side of the large, temporary structure from the school.

"No wonder none of the students were able to sneak in!" said Karen, in revelation. "They were using the wrong entrance!"

"Just don't tell anyone," said Nurse, as she used her school ID to open the unguarded, automatic door which had been installed in that side of the tent.

The three of them walked through the door, horsing the cart along. In fact, F-Freddy was so preoccupied with this process that she almost ran into Karen. Who had stopped and was looking up. 'Way up. F-Freddy followed her gaze, then also stared.

"That," said F-Freddy, stunned, "is the biggest underboob I have ever seen."

Karen elbowed her. Hard.

"Hello," said the giant woman. "Are you finally here to examine me?"

"Yes," said Nurse, the image of calm routine, as she also looked up. "I'm the school nurse, and I am trained and authorized to use this equipment. These two are assisting me."

"Uhm, why are you sitting here naked?" asked Karen.

"They don't have exam gowns in my size."

"Aren't..." F-Freddy swallowed nervously. "Aren't you cold?"

"No, I'm fine. Well, I'm bored..."

"We'll have you checked out and ready to go shortly," said Nurse.

"I don't think I can do anything shortly these days," said Ginormica, wryly.

* * *

"There," said Nurse, finally. "All done."

"Thank Ghu (Purple Be His Name)," said F-Freddy, feeling completely squicked.

"Ditto," said Karen, only slightly less affected.

"Now I suppose I have to wait a week for the results," said Ginormica, with a sigh which made the tent billow.

"Nonsense," said Nurse, with a bland smile. "I have the results already. The advantage of non-terrestrial technology."

"Don't keep me in suspense!"

"Well," said Nurse, staring dubiously at the display, her assurance replaced by confusion. "Well, it says you're 99.99th Percentile in size."

"No kidding. Wait... there's someone bigger?!"

"Ah, the scale only goes to 99.99. I don't know why. However, you're the biggest humanoid I've ever examined. Sort of."

"'Sort of.'?"

"You're not actually as large as you seem. When the Quantonium first entered your body it began altering it to make you a proper storage vessel. One side effect of this is that the presence of Quantonium in your system distorts your geometric interface."

"Which means?"

"Well, you aren't actually any larger. The universe just acts like you are. Mostly. That's why your voice hasn't changed. You're also lighter than you should be, unless you're concentrating on being heavy. Uhm, an actual human your size; well, you'd break both legs just trying to stand, if you were still as fragile as a human. My first point is that your voice would sound like the bass pipes of an organ if you were really that large. How has your appetite been?"

"I don't actually need to eat, though I can to be sociable. I just figured the quantonium was supplying any energy I need. Or at least that's what Dr. Cockroach said."

"Well, he's probably right. About that, anyway. You don't really need to breathe, either."

"What's all this about me not being human, though? I mean, I don't mind; I already mentally count myself as a Monster."

"Remember when you fired that plasgun and went flying backwards, knocking those Gallaxhar clones aside and coming to a hard stop, without getting hurt?"

"Yeah, and I later fired one of those guns one-handed straight up and my arm hardly bent. So I know I'm stronger than I should be, whatever my size."

"The quantonium reinforced your body to make it a sturdy container. You're tougher and stronger than you would be otherwise. Even without any quantonium inside you."

"You make it sound... alive," said Susan, concerned

"It might be," said Nurse, again appearing uncertain. "One reason it isn't used much - aside from being very rare - is that it sometimes seems to have a mind of its own. However, even if it is alive, it's probably just blindly responding to external stimulus. The consensus is that it's about as bright as a slime mold.

"Anyway, while the sort of alteration you underwent isn't hugely unusual (sorry about that) another change it made to your body is. In fact, it's unique. You're unique. You take ambient energy and convert it to quantonium. Which is why you got taller when Dr. Cockroach zapped you. Even completely empty of any quantonium you would still be so altered, since the changes are permanent. You will slowly - very slowly, since quantonium is so potent - become larger, just by absorbing ambient energy. However, you can offset this by expending energy. As you have been doing.

"If all the quantonium were again extracted from your body you'd need decades of energy absorption to regain your current size. Well, unless you had some sort of enormous, short term input of energy. However, a sudden input like that would likely be enough to destroy half the Earth."

"Which half?" came a concerned voice from outside the tent.

"Quiet, Ramet!" someone - apparently Talli - hissed, from the same location. "Do you want them to know we're here?!"

"I'll take care of this," said F-Freddy, with a tired sigh.

She strode quickly to where the sound had come from, and yanked the bottom of the tent up. Realizing that she was exposing the naked Ginormica, F-Freddy quickly stepped through, letting the hem of the tent fall back to the ground. Beyond were, indeed, Ramet and Talli, as well as several of the other regular mischief makers. All standing in the grass of the field outside the worn and patched circus tent.

"Go!" said F-Freddy, in a tone which brooked no argument.

Of course, Ramet still gave her some.

"Somebody got up on the wrong side of the gender bed this morning," he muttered, as he and the others got.

* * *

That was just the morning. Lunch (with Freddy and Karen being given excused absence notes for their late morning classes by Nurse for helping her, and Freddy back to male) found the usual suspects gathered for some deep discussion of secret conspiracies.

"There must have been more going on when they captured Susan than they've said there was," said Argy, the sort'a armadillo guy, who was off on another tangent.

"Oh, come on," said Karen, rolling her eyes at the familiar voicing of suspicion by the other student.

"You don't find it suspicious that the team which captured Susan - not yet renamed Ginormica - came equipped for a giantess?" said Talli, pointing with her fork.

For some reason all the alien kids in the school like forks. They especially liked waving them carelessly around. Perhaps because sharp and/or pointed eating implements were banned in most of the galaxy. Yet they seemed very reluctant to even touch a knife. Even a butter knife.

"The way it was explained to me," said Jim, carefully, "is that the facility has access to advanced technology. Some of it was developed independently, and some was developed by humans from captured or abandoned alien technology. That explains things like Monger's jetpack and the Atomic Plane. They also have a group of human psychics, who warned Monger about what preparations would be needed when they went to grab the meteorite."

"Wait..." said Karen. "There was prior contact with aliens?!"

"Purely unofficial," said Monger. "Like those Men In Black movies, only real."

"Ah!" said everyone but Monger.

"When did you come in?" said Karen, angrily.

"I've always been here."

"He does that," said Jim, rolling his eyes. "He likes to scare and startle people, and is very successful at doing that."

"Good," said Monger, seeming satisfied. "It's nice to be appreciated."

"So all the human technological advances of the past century - jets, computers, atomic power - _did_ come from aliens!" said Jim, triumphantly.

"Of course not," said Monger. "Our mandate is to keep everything secret. Nope, you can blame all that on the nerds."

The General walked away from the stunned group of teens to the serving line, took a tray and plate, and began filling the latter.

"Just like Mom used to make!"

* * *

There was a special school assembly two days later, well after the tent and visitors were gone. All the staff and most of the alien students were greatly impressed that the guest speaker would be a representative of the Grand Highest Council of the Galaxy. Many of the human students were also impressed. However, there were some at the school who weren't. Even among the aliens.

"We don't _need_ a briefing from the Council," muttered Ramet, as they took their seats on the bleachers. "They never tell us anything useful, anyway. Just mumble vague platitudes while all the sheep cheer."

The speaker turned out to be the Ambassador to Earth from the Council. There had been much debate among members of the Council before choosing who would represent the galaxy on Earth. Some Council Members had taken the position that a Real Weirdie would test just how flexible and accepting humans actually were. Others said the uncanny valley effect would mean that a Near Human would actually be a better test. In the end, the Council chose someone who was apparently an exact match for a subtype of human. Which eventually led to terrestrial conspiracy theories that this just _proved_ that there were no aliens, 'cause what were the odds that they had someone who looked just like Spaniards?!?!

Ambassador Kinter didn't really care about any of this. He was too busy being concerned about revealing information which he had previously been instructed to keep from the Terrestrials at all costs.

_The larger and more draconian the bureaucracy, the more likely it is to completely reverse a set-in-stone policy without explanation,_ he thought, sourly. _Worse, if I asked for an explanation for the reversal I'd be told, emphatically, that this had_ always _been the policy and how dare I even suggest it had ever been different!_

Worse, this was an open forum, with _anyone_ allowed to ask questions. Some of which were sure to be awkward. Well, nothing for it but to plunge ahead. He stepped to the primitive podium and microphone and cleared his throat. The murmuring in the large chamber quieted.

"It was Gallaxhar's attack on this planet which led to galactic society making formal contact with Earth," said the Ambassador. "Largely due to guilt. I mean, nobody liked his species, the Maxilonians, so when his home planet blew up a few million years ago the reaction was 'Well, that was strange; but good riddance.' By the time we realized Gallaxhar had actually done that deliberately, he had vanished, along with their largest and most advanced ship. Which turned out not to be a huge cargo hauler - as the Maxilonians claimed - or even a warship - as many others suspected - but a colonizing ship. We didn't know why Gallaxhar did any of that. How could we know he had a plan to hijack his people's most advanced spacecraft, kill all of the other Maxilonians so there was no competition for it, then put himself into stasis until his automated probes found Quantonium, which the ship needed for its main engines and he needed for his egotistical plans of conquest? Yeah, the stuff is powerful, but it's so rare that science as a whole wasn't even sure it exists! Or it wasn't...

"Anyway, many millennia passed with no sign of him, so law enforcement figured he was long dead. Imagine our surprise when he showed his squishy face again, here on Earth! As well as that he had actually found Quantonium?! On an interdicted planet?!?!"

A student stood, and was recognized.

"So the whole thing is the Galactic Council's fault," said Ramet.

"What!? No!! How did you get that?!"

"Well, you're here, making excuses. You even said it was due to guilt."

"There's a huge difference between making excuses and providing an explanation!"

"C'mon, let's get out of here," hissed Talli. "Ramet's people hate the Council. They'll be at this for hours."

They weren't alone, but all the staff and most of the students remained behind, until the exchange was over. Long after the end of the school day.

* * *

People were still talking about all these revelations the next day. However, most of the students
considered the events involved with Gallaxhar's failed attempt at the conquest of the Earth to be ancient history. Most of them had been pre-teens when Gallaxhar made his ultimatum!

Not all the students were so blasé about the information, however. Some were even critical of those who were.

"Yeah, what did you expect?" said Jim, sourly. "The school cheer is 'Shookum hip RALLO dyne!'"

"Is there something wrong with our school cheer?" said Ramet, icily.

"They finally awarded the contract to repair the Golden Gate Bridge," said Karen, hoping to head off an argument. "Thousands of new jobs are involved."

"I think it's more of a rebuild than a repair," said Jim, with a grimace, willing to be diverted. "Also, most of the 'jobs' are supplying the materials."

"So now you think there's something wrong with aliens helping your planet!" snapped Ramet, who was not so willing.

"Just another day at school," said Freddy, with a sigh.

End Part Twenty-Eight